wind winters through hair
---------tree branches struggle to hold
---------on to the last of the leaves as
---------they let go and swirl onto the
---------yard and sidewalk they dance
---------across grass and rest against
---------tree trunks and buildings
---------dancing to the music of the
---------changing seasons
I limp along on my trick knee and
carry black briefcase of doom
on the day before Halloween
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